I went to see Venom today. I enjoyed it, and I'm already excited for the sequel. Especially if they keep the same actor for the hinted-at villain for said sequel. I'd never seen that actor play a bad guy, and I want to see what he can do.

Ugh... Someone working overtime tonight has to continually come to my work space, because she's building the hinges that go into the autocell I'm using... And she smells like she doesn't know how to handle basic hygiene at all.

Ugh... Someone working overtime tonight has to continually come to my work space, because she's building the hinges that go into the autocell I'm using... And she smells like she doesn't know how to handle basic hygiene at all.

First, I get it.

Secondly, I've been there.

Thirdly, I've been there- but on both sides mind you...

there is no four.

Lastly, it's important that while you not subsume the reaction it brings from you, it's a fellow human bean. You shouldn't have to put up with it, (and this includes Axe Body Spray or too much cover-up odors of any kind)- still...

Anyway to (oops, entering rhetorical mode, cant help it) help your coworker understand you reeeeeealy don't want to go postal over an accumulation of slights to your own personal space, a placing of burdens on an already burdensome work-needs-doing situation, "Hey!, I'm Walk'n, er Work'n Here!" intrusion into your flow...

yet all these and shes a human bean. just like me, like any of us.

It's a drag being stinky. (anybody get so stinky you offended yer Own self? )

You shouldn't have to deal with this, but the choice is put up with it or give the feedback, that admittedly requires a deft hand to both produce the desired result, but also avoid the pain of offense.

He he.. didn't ask fer all this answer-mak'n, just wanted to share a bit, did't'cha?

Another thing to consider, is that if the person was never taught any better, they may not even realize that they smell...

Back when I was working at a summer camp as the Horse Director (i.e. in charge of the barn and the horseback riding program), I worked with those horses all day, so that the smell was no longer offending, to me. Ergo, I did not smell it on me, either. I had to be told that we (the horse staff) really did smell, whenever we got back into camp. So after that, I made it a habit of cleaning up and changing clothes before each meal, regardless of whether I smelled it on me or not (because, really, I did not smell it, and really could not tell).

Another thing to consider, is that if the person was never taught any better, they may not even realize that they smell...

Back when I was working at a summer camp as the Horse Director (i.e. in charge of the barn and the horseback riding program), I worked with those horses all day, so that the smell was no longer offending, to me. Ergo, I did not smell it on me, either. I had to be told that we (the horse staff) really did smell, whenever we got back into camp. So after that, I made it a habit of cleaning up and changing clothes before each meal, regardless of whether I smelled it on me or not (because, really, I did not smell it, and really could not tell).

Reminds me of the summer I spent shoveling out pig barns (among other fun agricultural endeavors) at my mom's family's farm. I changed clothes and bagged the clothes and boots I'd been wearing before driving home every day, and my dad still gave me grief about the smell in the car. Mostly, in retrospect, because he thought it was funny, since he wouldn't let me quit unless I found another job, and I was working till dark every day. For $1/hour.

Still the worst job I ever had. My uncle was paying me, but he, his wife, my cousin, and my grandfather all gave me conflicting orders every day. (The cousin would lie to me to avoid work and set me up for the fall, since he was conscript labor. He's a dead lawyer now.) Hated it so much that I was seriously afraid I'd never be able to hold a job.

A few days ago as I was driving around downtown Mesa in my Big Yellow Box, I saw a car with a bumper sticker in stylized script, "SASSENACH." It was on a Toyota, I think.

The Sick must be really going around. I caught it last week, Sarah got it Thursday, and random people have been out all over the place. I suspect some lovely Snowbird brought it down to the Valley with them.

This thread's getting up there in posts and pages; we need to worry about it, Bookworm?

"Character is what you are in the dark." - D.L. Moody
"You should never run from the voices in your head. That's how you give them power." - Jin

Yeah, that’s what happened with me. I took one look at (was it this one or the original Stuff thread back then?) one of these threads and went “holy crap,” but then went ahead and looked at the first few pages and then the last few pages.